The book of joyous children . An Sis she alluz say they wuzA Old Kriss—an she alluz ef they is a Old Kriss, why,When s Chrismus, Ma she alluz cry ?[131] A DUBIOUS ^OLD KRISS This Chrismus noWj we live here inWhere Mas rents alliiz due agin—An she ^^ist slaves ^^—1 heerd her sayShe did—isfc them words thataway !. An thother night, when alls so coldAn stove s most out—our Ma she rolledUs in thold feather-bed an said,To-morry s Chrismus—go to bed,[132] A DUBIOUS ^^OLD KEISS •An thank yer blessed stars fer this—We dont hpect no thin from Old Kriss !An cried, an locked the door, an prayed,
The book of joyous children . An Sis she alluz say they wuzA Old Kriss—an she alluz ef they is a Old Kriss, why,When s Chrismus, Ma she alluz cry ?[131] A DUBIOUS ^OLD KRISS This Chrismus noWj we live here inWhere Mas rents alliiz due agin—An she ^^ist slaves ^^—1 heerd her sayShe did—isfc them words thataway !. An thother night, when alls so coldAn stove s most out—our Ma she rolledUs in thold feather-bed an said,To-morry s Chrismus—go to bed,[132] A DUBIOUS ^^OLD KEISS •An thank yer blessed stars fer this—We dont hpect no thin from Old Kriss !An cried, an locked the door, an prayed,An turned the lamp down. . An I laid There, thinkin in the dark agin,Ef wuz Old Kriss, he cant git in,Cause aint no chimbly here at all—1st old stovepipe stuck frue the wall! I sleeped nen.—An wuz dreamin someWhen I waked up an morning s come,Fer our Ma she wuz settin squareStraight up in bed, a-readin there Some letter at she d read, an quit,An nen hold like she s huggin it.—An diamon ear-rings she dont hnowWuz in her ears tel I say so— An wake the rest up. An the sunIn frue the winder dazzle-unThem eyes o Siss, wiv a sure-Enough gold chain Old Kriss bringed to er ![133] A DUBIOUS OLD KEISS^ An all of us git gold things !—Sis,Though, say she know it ^^ainH Old Kriss-He kissed her, so she wa
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